High School Reunion
I gripped the back of Lee Yujin's head tightly and shook it back and forth with forceful pressure, making her suck my cock. She writhed in agony, her lips clamping down as saliva dribbled out from the corners of her mouth.
Her cheeks puffed out awkwardly. "Hey, close your fucking mouth properly?"
When her lips were slightly parted like that, it just wasn't good. The real stimulation came from that tight seal—her mouth's unique pressure squeezing the shaft. That's what made it work.
"Hngh... hup..."
I stopped shaking her head and lightly tapped her cheeks a couple times with my other hand—not hard enough to really hurt. "Hng... euk... uhheuh..."
"If you don't do it right next time, a real slap's coming your way."
I spoke in an irritated tone, and only then did she clamp her mouth shut tight, clearly hating the idea of getting hit. Yeah. Ah, yeah. This was it. This tightness. This grip was what felt so damn good. Only like this could you call it a proper mouth-pussy.
So when I started shaking her head again, I could feel her desperately trying to keep those lips sealed, and it drove me wild.
"Haa... ah... Siun-ah, did you get head like this from this slut? This bitch gives fucking amazing blowjobs."
Even with her just holding her mouth shut, it felt incredible. She'd probably been servicing Han Siun like this the most over the years. Sure, maybe some other guys got a turn too, but Siun was the main recipient. Keeping this good thing all to himself without sharing? What a piece of trash.
"Ah, fuck... haa, I'm gonna cum. Drink every drop."
"Hnggut...!"
She struggled to pull her head back, her body squirming to escape, but that only ramped up the stimulation even more. I shoved deep into her throat and unloaded right there.
"Hngh... if even one drop spills, that bastard gets punched, got it?" I pointed at Han Siun.
"Hey, swallow it. If you hate it, spit it out—but the blame falls on him if you do."
"Yujin... Yujin-ah... it's okay... I'm fine..."
"Hkkuk... haeuk..."
She gulped it down obediently. Was it because she didn't want to watch someone get hit right in front of her? Or did she still have feelings for Siun? Either way, she worked her throat hard, sucking side-side to clean up every last bit of cum clinging to my shaft.
I waited a moment, then pulled out... and not a single drop had spilled to the floor.
"Wow, you swallowed it all clean. Good girl."
I praised her, ruffling her hair like a pet before grabbing a chair from nearby and setting her down on it right in front of me.
"Is... is it over now...?"
Hope flickered back in her eyes as she looked up at me.
"Pfft, come on, you know that's not happening. Why even ask?"
I chuckled, cruelly shattering that fragile hope once more.
"What... what the hell did I do that was so wrong...?"
"Forgetting it is wrong enough, and anyway, you've fucked up plenty. So jerk yourself off."
"Wh-what...?!"
Her pussy was a worn-out slut hole anyway—probably too loose for much fun. "If you can satisfy me just by playing with yourself, I won't stick it in. Deal?"
She nodded frantically, no need to even hear the terms fully.
"I'll do it! I'll do it! Promise!"
Damn, she must really hate the thought of my cock pounding her that badly. It hurt my feelings a little. Why couldn't she see that? Typical ex-delinquent bitch.
"Alright then, make me happy. But if you don't satisfy me? I gave you a heads-up, so you owe me something in return."
"If... if I don't satisfy you, it's not just sex...?"
"That's a given. I gave you one tip, so give me one back." I shrugged.
"Stop... please, just stop..."
"Shut your fucking mouth, you cunt."
I grabbed the sack of sandbags I'd left nearby and thwacked Han Siun with it a couple times. "Uhheuh..."
"Stop! Please, stop...!"
"Fine. So what're you gonna offer me?"
I didn't care for her teary melodrama. Especially not from bullies who couldn't even take a punch themselves but tried to manipulate emotions with sob stories. Made me hate them even more.
"A-anything... I'll do anything..."
She squeezed her eyes shut and spat it out. Anything? Did she even grasp the weight of that word?
"Hey, if I told you to kill that guy for me, would you?"
I threw out an absurd example, and her face drained of color.
"Th-that kind of thing... I-I couldn't..."
"Then spit out something realistic instead of 'anything.'"
"My little sister..."
"Little sister?"
Suddenly back to the sister bullshit.
"My little sister's just turned 20, and she's a virgin... I'll let you fuck her..."
Holy shit. This slut was straight-up selling her sister to save her own ass? Whew, ex-delinquent class never changes.
"Sacrificing your sister just to save yourself?"
"I-I'm not selling her...! If I do a good job, you won't need to anyway..."
"Cocky bitch, huh? Now I'm curious. Fine. Deal."
Honestly, no downside for me either way. That's how business works, right?
"Hng... ueut... I'll do it..."
Lee Yujin glanced back and forth between me and Han Siun, bit her lip hard, then planted her ass on the chair right in front of my cock and spread her legs wide.
"Haa... ah..."
"Keep going. What, stopping already?"
She shot me a slightly uneasy look. Did she seriously think spreading her legs and flashing her pussy would be enough to satisfy me?
I mean, back when I was in high school, yeah—I was pretty innocent. Girls showing even a hint of cleavage would make my face burn red. Inner thigh flashing? Instant blush city, pure boy vibes.
"What're you doing? That it? Over already?"
But now? Nah, I was different. That kind of view was everyday shit. I'd done way sluttier things than this. Trying to satisfy me with just spread legs? Please.